Trekori
i'm freezing, it's not winter yet
but my fingers and toes
are shivering beneath these sheets
and i feel so alone
i don't want to die, i want to sleep
I couldn't hear her following me, but as she comes to perch on the outskirts of our group like a crow on a thin branch, my attention goes to her. She is dark as night, and beautiful in a way that my youthful mind cannot yet grasp completely. Her light swirls around us, and I breathe it in, shaking my head to clear it of the shadows that one of the two manipulators have placed there. I will not be silenced.
The night brings out many. "Perhaps it has more to do with us, than the night." I hold her gaze for a moment, allowing the weight of my statement to seep beneath her ebony skin before turning my attention back to include the others.
I am Michaelis. Khaedrik echoes the name, and then seems to notice me for the first time. His eyes are darker than last I saw him, and I frown, wondering why, wondering what has happened to him - but then his creature is snarling at me and I tuck my chin to my chest, half-unfolding my wings and lowering my horn to its eyes. I will not be shadow-meat. But Khaedrik calls it off, and I relax my stance begrudgingly, continuing to frown at Khaedrik. Not in anger, but in perplexion. Last I'd seen him, he could control the things... Something is wrong now.
"It's fine," I say tersely. There are greater threats than a boy's wanton pets.
When the yearling moves closer to me, I allow him to, and even move to close the distance myself. My wing brushes his side, and I appreciate the quiet solidarity we share in that moment. He addresses the mare, and then falls silent... Swinging my eyes from creature to creature, I decide to speak.
"I am Trekori. This is Khaedrik." I look to the mare, the one most like myself, and yet with as a kindred a spirit to these other two as to my own. "That leaves only you nameless."
